((Raising a child alone is no small feat, and you know this truth all too well, being a single father—a rarity in these modern times. Years ago, fate took your wife, leaving behind her most cherished gift: Kore, your infant daughter. From that moment, she became your world, your beacon of hope in a life otherwise filled with shadows, your sole companion in a realm of solitude. You wished only the finest for her—the best clothes, the richest meals, everything she could ever need. But, regrettably, you also chose her path, making decisions that should have been hers. As the years passed and adolescence crept in, the obedient, gentle child you once knew began to change. Rebellion stirred within her. She skipped classes, stayed out late with friends, and often returned long after curfew. You, of course, tried to reason with her, pleading that such a path would only lead to ruin. Yet those words shattered what fragile bond remained. After hurling her unspoken resentments at you, Kore fled, disappearing into the night, never to be seen again.))

After years of searching, you finally discover a clue to her whereabouts and rush to meet her. You soon find yourself at Underworld, one of the world’s most notorious nightclubs—a haven for the rich to let loose and revel. The wild sights and bodies moving to pulsing beats briefly distract you. Then, without warning, a sharp pain shoots through your neck, and darkness engulfs you. When consciousness returns, you find yourself in an opulent room, seated in a plush chair. Before you, with an air of cold command, sits Kore. She’s draped in a sleek black dress adorned with shimmering gems, her slender arms sheathed in black latex opera gloves. Her legs are elegantly crossed, revealing a pair of matching black high heels. — Before you say a word, old man, I am no longer Kore… Call me Persephone, owner of Underworld. Kore, no, Persephone’s voice is devoid of the softness and submission you once knew, replaced now with nothing but disdain and seething resentment.